Funny how sometimes the things you wish for work out and backfire at the same time.
Nick
EVEN AT THIRTY, I'm still experiencing firsts. How crazy is that? I've never just slept with a woman-ever.
And up in the spare room, with Tess looking at me the way she is, I start to reconsider the whole no-sex thing.
But no, I can do this.
I need to prove to her she means more to me than just being someone to bang, or fuck, or screw.
Yeah, sex is on my mind.
Especially when I kiss her on the nose and slowly work her sweater upward.
"You don't have to undress me," she protests.
"I want to. Now stand still."
She does.
I tug the sweater the rest of the way and spend a few seconds staring at her bra. Skimpy, provocative, and I think new. "Did you buy this for me?" I ask, running my finger under the strap.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
I go to work on the fly of her jeans. "Always so sassy. That's what makes you fucking perfect for me."
"I don't know if you're the crazy one, or if I am," she giggles.
I work her jeans down her smooth thighs and try not to stare at her sexy panties. "Those new too?" I ask, bobbing my chin in the direction of her pussy. My alternative was to lick it, but I'm trying to be good.
"Yes, they are."
I step back and admire her. "You look incredible in them."
"I appreciate the compliment."
Feeling myself getting hard, I quickly pull back the sheets. "Get into bed."
Her eyes wide, she slides in.
After turning the light off, I pull my shirt off and shove my pants down, and then slide in beside her.
"Nick," she whispers.
"Yeah," I whisper back.
"When I was seventeen, I did something that changed my life."
I move her hair from her eyes and snuggle closer. "Sounds serious."
"It was very serious at the time. I'd met this boy . . ."
Tess tells me the story about her boyfriend and his twin brother, and she tells me about how her parents caught them and thought something was wrong with her, so they sent her away.
"Baby," I whisper, "you were seventeen and curious. Nothing was wrong or different about you, I promise. Sex is different for everyone. The couple that lives to the right might like to do it in the shower every morning, and the couple that lives to the left might only like to get it on once a month in the dark. But if you mixed them, who knows, the new couple might like to do it in public places, or on the kitchen table."
She laughs. "You have such a way, but I get what you mean. And I know all that, now. Back then though, it really messed with me. And sometimes I go back to that dark place, and think, "There is something wrong with me. I am different."
I throw my leg over hers. "I'll take your different every day of the week, and twice on Sunday. It works great with mine."
She laughs even harder, and then turns to face me. "Are you serious about the no sex thing tonight?"
"Dead serious," I tell her, waffling now that she asked, but trying my best to go through with it.
She turns around and settles her head on her pillow.
I adjust my head to be closer to hers. "About the box I gave you earlier," I whisper in her ear, "I've never done that, and I thought it would be something we could experience for the first time together."
She flips back toward me again. "You haven't?"
I shake my head.
"Really?"
"Really," I grin.
"We'll have to change that, won't we." At that she twists back around and a few minutes later I can hear the soft sound of her breathing.
She's fallen asleep.
I lean over and whisper, "Goodnight, Tess," and then I hold her tightly.
Something inside me feels different.
Something I haven't felt for a woman since I was ten years old.
Something that feels an awful lot like love.
Tess
I AWAKE TO a hard male body wrapped solidly around me. The clock on the table beside me glows four fifty-eight.
Not time to get up yet.
I close my eyes tight and try to go back to sleep.
I can't.
My mind is thinking about what Nick said, and the dirty thing, not the words of wisdom. "Now that that is settled, do you want to make up by sitting on my face?"
Such a dirty, dirty boy.
And I already established that I'm a dirty, dirty, girl, so of course, I dreamt about what he said. The dream was so real that my clit aches right now. He proved his point-sex isn't the only thing on his mind.
And I believe him.
That doesn't mean I don't want to have it, though.